Embershard Mine: Falkreath, Skyrim

Elisvan Skywatch Elisvan and his remaining soldiers followed Vorm to his camp. The Elves seemed uneasy in an Imperial camp, but the Ambassador reminded them they were technically allies, or if not that at least at peace.

"I assume you've got some wine at this camp? I know I could do with a drink. Also, can we throw Trevelyan in a lake or something, I don't think he got all the smell off."

Christopher Trevelyan Carter -Trevelyan looks Angrily at the ambassador-

Ya know know what...

-Trevelyan covers himself in frost till the smell is gone and the frost drops off-

Ha there

Elisvan Skywatch "Nah, Im still getting a hint of it. We high elves have very sensitive noses."

Elisvan rubbed some lavender on Trevelyans head. "I think it's stuck in your hair, mate."

Christopher Trevelyan Carter "Sensitive nose my ass ambassador, I got it all off your just enjoying yourself to much"

Elisvan Skywatch "Haha, you got me. So how much farther is this camp?"

Christopher Trevelyan Carter " Hmm yes, with the jarl to the forgotten vale I've had more time to wonder and I think I've seen his place before."

Ashley Barton (Eilonwy followed Elisvan Skywatch to the camp.)

Eilonwy: I have some soap if you wish to clean yourself, sir. (She offered a bar of soap that gave off a cloying smell.)

Elisvan Skywatch "Thank you Eilonwy." Elisvan hands the soap to Christopher Trevelyan Carter, "You need this more than I do."

Christopher Trevelyan Carter -throws the soap back at the ambassador-

"I said I was good!"

Elisvan Skywatch Elisvan laughs heartily!

Ashley Barton (Eilonwy's wings formed a heart over her head and glowed pink towards Elisvan Skywatch.)

Elisvan Skywatch Elisvan glances over his shoulder at Eilonwy before jogging up alongside Trevelyan. "My friend, what have I gotten myself involved in here? I believe there to be a situation developing..." He glanced over his shoulder again and noticed her wings in the form of a pink heart.

Ashley Barton (Eilonwy trilled flirtatiously.)

Christopher Trevelyan Carter -Trevelyan glances back at Eilonwy to see what Elisvan was worried about and see her pink heart wings and laughs half heartedly and placed his hand on the shoulder of the ambassador and said-

"I've come acrossed her kind before, and I must say he's taken quite the liking to you my friend ane maybe even loves you."

Christopher Trevelyan Carter "I say this because you've been nothing but kind and generous to her, and her kind respones to that with a loving gesture."

Elisvan Skywatch Elisvan leaned in to whisper to Trevelyan, "...truth be told, I have nary met her kind before. I've heard the tales, but never thought they were more than a fairy tale."

Christopher Trevelyan Carter "Well well you travel as much as I have and been to a few hundred places meeting new people, nothing surprises you anymore......"

Ashley Barton (Eilonwy snuggled Elisvan, blushing as if she was infatuated with him.)

"No worries friend, its just a short way, I apologize but I was not expecting company... Oh and Elisvan sir, I know you like you wine but sadly... I um I don't drink while I'm on the war path... apologies. Ah heres the camp," picking up my pace I open the door to the mine and hold it for the others, "Welcome to... the camp I guess."

As the others file into the mine I lead them down to the camp in the cavern below where we settle in for the night and lick our wounds.

Elisvan Skywatch Elisvan sat by the fire with Vorm, writing a letter.

------- Jarl Crystal, (Ashley Barton)

The treatment of the Memorimer in Windhelm has reached my ears. This is unfortunate for those responsible. Please enlighten me as to who I should... visit regarding these matters.

Know the Thalmor supports your work in Windhelm.

First Emissary Elisvan, Aldmeri Dominion ---------------

"Come here boy," he called to one of the stable hands, "Bring this to Embershard."

He reached into his pack, and pulled out a bottle of mead, "So, does this mean you don't want any Vorm?"

Vorm Odinnson - Looking at the bottle in Elisvans hand, I smile, "By all means I would love some. As far as I'm aware my war here is now at an end. Why have you word of another war thats brewing or no?"

Elisvan Skywatch - "You owe me nothing, friend. But I've heard of these, well I suppose they're elves, being tortured and kept in slavery in Windhelm." He turned to Eilonwy, "It's her people, the Memory Elves. If Skyrim had a High King, I would file a protest. If Windhelm had a Jarl, I would do the same. As it stands, I believe I must march on Windhelm with force, and stop them." Elisvan looked at Vorm, "Are you really going to sit there drinking tea when we have our own personal barmaid serving mead?"

Ashley Barton - (Eilonwy trilled delightfully as her wings and eyes glowed pink.)

Christopher Trevelyan Carter -Trevelyan had just about enough of climbing threw dragons even if this was just only a second time, and while have a gall bladder look him in the face he decided to crawl threw in between the organs.

Vorm Odinnson - "Elisvan Skywatch sir, I know i look more like a dwemer construct in all this steel but well truth is, Im still a man, and still haunted by memories. None of which are good ones it seems, and alcohol only numbs those memories. Sadly, it reduces a berzerkers effectiveness. As for the Memory Mer's in, Windhelm? I believe I've met one of you kind before... Siv.... Sivik.... Sivus, Sivus thats it, down in Riften. Wheres this Windhelm you spoke of exactly? Suppose i could uh, use a new major city to get supplies from. Riften is not quite as welcoming after my last visit..."

Elisvan Skywatch - "I agree, actually. And how has retirement been anyway? We haven't had time to get caught up yet have we? I gave up war long ago, but it seems I continue to be pulled in. What brought about thoughts of leaving the legion? And don't tell me age, you've plenty of fight left in you."

Vorm Odinnson -I broke out in lighthearted laughter at his question of my retirement, "Oh you know how retirement is, built a home just outside of Ivarstead above an old dwemer outpost from the look of it, all that was left was a bath house which is now in my basement. Great for those nights where relaxing in a nice hot bath is all that is needed. As for the rest of it lets see, Ive been the subject of attempted muggings 4 times, became a pirate an claimed quite a collection of amethyst's as a result, built a nice wonderful home, picked up a former legionnaire steward, took in a pup who has more courage than half the Nords I've met up here in my races homeland, and for the last oh month or so ive been bunking in this little hole in the ground fighting dragons... all in all... cant say its been too bad to be honest. Were you going to tell me where this Windhelm is exactly or let me wander the world and guess?"

"As for leaving the Legion... Well it was an honorable discharge trouble is, that it was a bit dishonorably done. I love the legions, they damn near raised me but over the last year and a half well. Its leadership has exposed itself and its corruption Without a strong Emperor on the throne the legion seemed to be having trouble keeping the greed of its Generals in check. Seems they were a bit put off by a popular high ranking officer they claim to be a Legend or whatever, speaking out against, them and turning their troop morally upright... so they retired me and told me to disappear."

Ashley Barton (Eilonwy sipped on warm cinnamon milk, trilling. She seemed to like being in Elisvan's presence.)

Vorm Odinnson Looking to the Memorimer I ask, "So m'lady I'd heard rumors of the Dunmer being rather unwelcome in some cities around here, now it seems my northern brethren have found new targets for their ire... Pity they dont turn themselves to beings worthy of their aggression... mores the pity... What can you tell me of this aggression towards your people?"

Ashley Barton Eilonwy: My people and I... we do not understand this myself... We do not understand hatred... or envy... or cruelty... (She shrank back with each emotion she mentioned, shielding herself with her wings even more.)

Shawn Lancaster Imin had finally reached one of the outposts near the city. The battering ram was constructed, and his soldiers were ready "Men, rest now, and drink. For tomorrow, we retake the city!" With that, Imin would enter the fort, and plan the attack.

Malog had found a nearby cave, he checked his book and map. "This is the place, one of the artifacts should be inside" He'd place his hand on a cave wall "Tosh car ri." He'd cast a spell, and it would send a pulse inside, picking up any life inside, as well as the direct location of the item he was seeking."

Vorm Odinnson "Apologies, lady I meant no harm or unease. You are safe here. Though please I need some information if either I or Elisvan here, are to be of any use to you. As I understand things you have little to no understanding of these rather aggressive feelings. Could you at least give us the names of the leaders of those in charge and the number of men they have at their command? perhaps the location of their camp or stronghold?"

Ashley Barton Eilonwy: Why are people so cruel towards each other. Is everyone not beautiful to them?

Ashley Barton Eilonwy: I saw this man... He had graying ginger blond hair and blue eyes. And he wore the skin of a bear for a cape over dark fine clothes...

Vorm Odinnson Shaking my head softly I replied, "Tis a good question, though this man sounds... worth looking into. A bear cloak you say? Hmm didn't those Stormcloaks favor the bear cloaks?"

Ashley Barton (Eilonwy nodded.)

Eilonwy: He said... He was looking for his daughter... to take back his throne from her.

Vorm Odinnson "His daughter?"

Ashley Barton Eilonwy: Yes... He said she sits on the throne of Windhelm

Vorm Odinnson Kicking back I begin tossing things around in the back of my head... "Well then I trust you know the way to this city of Windhelm? We will set out in the morning. Though I do need to stop home to Skogurheim first. Though given my luck lately this city is west of here isnt it... bah nothing ever goes according to plan after all..."

Ashley Barton Eilonwy: Yes, I know the way.

Vorm Odinnson "Good. Have you a map of the area by chance?"

Ashley Barton (She used her petal soft wings to hand the map to him.)

Vorm Odinnson Accepting the map I spread it out on the floor before the fire pit. Looking over the map I began grumbling, "Bloody maps why does every mapmaker insist on using scribbles... ugh... pictures people, everyone understands them," Looking up I ask the woman, "Forgive an old soldiers ignorance but well do any of these scribbles actually mean anything?"

Ashley Barton Eilonwy: Yes. They are old Nordic. We were taught them by the first Nords to come here from Atmora... (She reads the map, pointing out vital places.)

Vorm Odinnson I huff and shake my head, "Old Nordic or new makes little difference to me, I can hardly scribble my own name..." looking over at Elisvan I pointed at him and growled, "Keep you mouth shut Elisvan," he held up his hands as if to claim innocence, "you know the Legions never bother to actually teach anyone, seems they aren't too keen on soldiers with more than the typical 'sharp pointy end, goes in the soft squishy body' education... Either way thank you Eilonwy, I appreciate the information," I grin happily, "Lucky for us my luck seems to be on our side for once, Here is Skogurheim, nearly directly on our way to this Windhelm you spoke of. If we leave at sun up in the morning we should make Skogurheim by roughly noon or so. We can refit ourselves with supplies, I can finally scrub off a month or so of grime, and make some repairs. Besides I'm sure Elisvan's guards could use some repairs and new shafts for their bows, I have a full armory at my disposal in addition to a full alchemy station should it be necessary, my new steward insisted on it. Any which way, I suggest we get some rest. Its quite a trek back to Skogurheim...."

Ashley Barton Eilonwy: Perhaps after this, would you like me to teach you how to read and write?

Vorm Odinnson I slowly got to my feet and paused, "Your offer is quite, gracious, though given how.... active my retirement has become... well that is neither here nor there, if things ever calm down for this old soldier.. well perhaps."

Ashley Barton (Eilonwy chirped delightfully, hugging Elisvan and Vorm. Her wings glowed pink upon hugging the former.)